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westside gunn - celine dion lyrics

[part one]

[intro: westside gunn]
f_ck (brr)
ayo (brr)
ayo

[verse 1: westside gunn & heem]
the black rambo, you know the handle (brr)
bali’ sandals, the buffalo kids and black sopranos (ah)
got the brick dismantled, the cherry land rove’ (skrrt)
we used to rock pebble beach and then we came home (ah)
hit the back of his head, now his brains gone (boom boom boom boom boom)
see me when you wake up, pop the cells, i’m laid up
we went to the porsche lot, he copped the same one (skrrt, they know)
if you shine, we both shine, we used the samе guns (boom, boom, boom)

[verse 2: heem]
this that 7_1_murder sh_t
my n_ggas sell dope and murdеr sh_t (brr)
hundred thirty to life and he ain’t tell ’em sh_t (shh)
felon sh_t, we all grew up on that ghetto sh_t (on that ghetto sh_t)
robbin’ n_ggas for fun and now my bezel lit
we ghetto rich, bang the forty ’til the metal stick (fah, fah, fah)
my n_gga pray to the devil, he on some rebel sh_t
tat his face, never blink when the ratchet shake (never did)
have a fiend do him dirty for a half a eight
turn his face, got a lawyer that’ll burn the case
get a extra headshot, that’s just for turnin’ state
we suicidal, lost soldiers in the beef with rivals
told my mama that i love her, loadin’ up my rifle
we the idol (motherf_cker), you’ll die today, i tell ’em snipe you (brr)
who the youngest og? i’ma take that title (that’s me, n_gga)
jordan, michael, six ring when the pound strikin’ (fah, fah, fah, fah, fah)
let the first one scream, he thought he saw lightning
frr, they know, yeah
[interlude: heem & chase fetti]
y’all know me
big bsf, n_gga
gunn, good lookin’, n_gga
same n_gga, look

[verse 3: chase fetti]
i turn fifty into eighty if you whip it good (that’s a fact)
chop it up, then i’m in your hood (i’m in your hood)
like the engineers, i serve your b_tch while she with the kids (haha)
i’m into flips like a gymnast is (like)
you ain’t mr. big (nah), you ain’t never bust a head over price (p_ssy n_gga)
you ain’t never stuffed dope in a bowl of rice (stop lyin’)
you got knocked and started singin’ like hova’s wife (p_ssy)
this street sh_t is like a roll of dice, n_gga
and i’m here for the head crack (uh huh)
over a little cheese, get your head tapped, n_gga (brr), i can’t stand rats (nah)
and these sh_lls is like pesticides on ’em (bah bah bah), i’m pushin’ weight tryna exercise on ’em
these b_tches think you a chicken box (why)
’cause they got some breast and thighs on ’em (f_ck outta here)
i just ran out of work, who got some extra pies on ’em? (who got some work?)
and that’s a real question, you n_ggas still bluffin’ (uh huh)
so i got them pills jumpin’ (wait), cleats on, i’m field runnin’
you ain’t ever k!lled nothin’, go on drills, nothin’, n_gga
i up the steel, i’m like phil drummond (brr)
[outro]
i wanna bring out the guy that was the challenger in that particular instance we are talking about

[part two]

[intro]
flygod
who did indeed make a valiant effort to take the title away from nick bockwinkel, but
first of all let say i’m glad to see your back especially after seeing your front
hahahaha
let me ask you one other thing
did you hear that the court just made a ruling that their gonna have to make the lone ranger take his mask off
they ever see you the are gonna make a ruling where you’re gonna have to wear a mask
do you realize that?
yeah it’s a rare form day i hear it, okay
that’s right baby when i beat the world heavyweight champion
i am in rare form and i guess you saw it right there didn’t yah
yeah i saw what could be interpreted i’m certainly by you as a win over the champion, he still, he still rung the bell
could be interpreted? he still rung the bell
it was a one two three
thats right took me a couple of minutes longer than i antic_p_ted
what, what can you expect i was fighting two world champions that night

[chorus: westside gunn & flee lord]
ayo, i’m rockin’ skates, eatin’ thousand dollar plates (ah)
sold dope for fifteen years straight, i need a break
more money on the way (more money on the way)
more money on the way
ayo, i’m rockin’ skates, eatin’ thousand dollar plates (ah)
sold dope for fifteen years straight, i need a break
more money on the way (more money on the way)
more money on the way (lord, lord)
[verse: flee lord]
from the change jar, hoppin’ out that foreign, slide to saks and fifth (skrrt)
skippin’ out that b_tch with twenty racks of sh_t (yeah)
uh, off_whites on, dior gone
swam [?] on hip, keep belovey feelin’ strong (brr, brr, brr)
prayin’ for my sins, chop it up with flygod (chop it up with flygod)
ms is rollin’ in, i ain’t gotta sell hard (i ain’t’ gotta sell hard)
exes lookin’ sick, but i’m spinnin’ in the tesla (skrrt)
the thirty_eight is mean, but got that thirty on the heckler (brr)
you can catch me up in neiman’s, i be gettin’ some help (gettin’ some help)
when i seen you in that b_tch, you was coppin’ a belt (f_ck outta here)
you wasn’t on my side when the vision was felt (f_ck outta here)
belovey, boy, you up some water so them pigeons can melt (whip, whip)
sold ‘caine for nine years, we don’t play around here (nope)
tried to run off with that [?], now he stay around chairs (get that n_gga)
got a crowd, but these motherf_ckers yellin’ out dimes (dimes)
a hundred grams, but i only sell seven at a time

[chorus: westside gunn & flee lord]
ayo, i’m rockin’ skates, eatin’ thousand dollar plates
sold dope for fifteen years straight, i need a break
more money on the way (more money on the way)
more money on the way
ayo, i’m rockin’ skates, eatin’ thousand dollar plates
sold dope for fifteen years straight, i need a break
more money on the way (more money on the way)
more money on the way

- westside gunn lyrics

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